Characters: Caleb/Michael(firstrank) & Wesley/Icarus (burning_hubris) Date/Time: Wednesday March 28th, approx. 8:30PM Location: Camelot Pub Rating: PG Warnings: TBD Summary: Lysander's proddings have Cal desperate to get out for a while. He and Wes go out for drinks.
Wes knew it was coming. He'd been friends with Cal for the three years he'd been a teacher at Montenegro and he could tell when Cal needed to escape. If he could have handled Lysander himself, he would have. But that wasn't his war and he knew it.
Instead, he helped in the best way he knew he could: provide an outlet. While he wasn't a man who knew how to open up and discuss many deep and personal pieces of information, Caleb had confided in him the loss of his wife and unborn child. It had initially been a shock to Wes - not because of the news itself, but that he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd spent so much time distancing himself from facing the harsh realities such as those. But somehow he'd managed to not only offer support, but deepened the friendship. It was perhaps one of the very few "human" connections he valued.
And so Wes waited just outside the Camelot Pub, as was his preference, watching for Caleb to arrive. He'd headed straight over after Cal confirmed the place, leaving a stack of ungraded papers on his desk. A part of him couldn't help but feel stiff despite his hopes of loosening Cal up. Perhaps it was due to the strain of being unable to punch that student in the face.